Love Lingers

Each time he kissed the top of my head
I lifted my hand to caress his cheek
How I love that man
Even though it’s almost 5 years
I can close my eyes
Feel his kiss
Instinctively my hand reaches
For the absent presence
Behind my chair
And I know
In the depth of my being
How deeply
I was loved
Death can steal many things
But never the knowing of love

Tricia 2/2014 (Inspired by Pooky’s Poems – Affirmations?)

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About triciabertram

I have written all my life. Writing helps me to make sense of a world I often don’t understand. Poetry is my supreme solace, closely followed by literature and music.
When my son ended his life in 1999 I embarked on the most difficult journey of my life, my grief journey. To survive in this unknown, harsh landscape I had to write. It was for me, the only way I could even begin to move forward. Then in 2009 my darling husband died suddenly and so my journey continues. I write about other issues but because of my life experience, grief and death are continuing themes in my writing life. In our culture I believe there is a fear of death, an inability to accept the inevitability of our mortality, and this creates enormous difficulties for the bereaved and those around them.
I have begun this blog in the hope I will create a small ripple in the pond of fear that is currently drowning the reality of death and grief. I will continue to skim the stones of my truth, watch them bounce, and see how many ripples I can make.

Oh yes, absence and presence travel together. I love this; you distill the essence of a feeling that’s so hard to describe, so the only thing to do is to feel it – and feel it I do. Thank you and may love always guide you.

I think you did have a very powerful relationship. You describe your love and the love returned in such enduring terms, Tricia. That you can still feel the memory of a kiss brings tears to my eyes. oxo